Damsels in Distress by Amanita Virosa Page A

he said when her sobs had subsided, ‘that was very enjoyable. Such full, firm cheeks. I swear on my honour that I never ever spanked a finer pair. It’s got me nice and hard, I must say, look.’
    He flipped up the hem of his leather tunic and the monstrous thing confronted Eleanor, bobbing mere inches from her spellbound face. So close to its great purple head seemed even larger, and Eleanor could but stare wide-eyed at it.
    ‘Would you care to suck it, my pretty lady?’ Dagonard enquired.
    ‘No, please…’ she whispered hoarsely.
    ‘Of course,’ the dwarf said, ‘it is entirely your decision. There is one factor that you may care to consider, however. I am about to bugger you. Your bottom hole is tighter than a clam, and I have found that the girth of my thing tends to make girls squeal a little – well a lot, in truth – when I impale them.’
    As he spoke the dwarf waved his straining cock from side to side, as if to emphasise his words, and Eleanor watched trancelike, her eyes following the monster from side to side as it swayed.
    ‘Still,’ the dwarf continued, ‘if you prefer to keep your spit to yourself, then that is your privilege. I just thought, in my usual courteous way, that a little lubrication might help your arse accept my cock more easily.’
    ‘No, please… let me…’ Eleanor heard herself begging, and the loathsome dwarf moved nearer with a throaty chortle. Eleanor hesitated, summoning her courage, then closed her eyes and began to lick the baton of flesh pulsing in her face. It tasted strange and salty, the smooth dome of his glans swelling even further as she tentatively touched it with the tip of her tongue.
    ‘That’s it, very prettily done, my lady,’ he croaked. ‘We will make a cocksucker of you yet. Now, open wider… wider… you can take it… that’s it, nice and deep, right to the back…’
    Somehow Eleanor managed to accept the great cock-head beyond her stretched lips and into her mouth, thought she would gag as the monstrous thing nudged the back of her throat, but managed to calm herself and lie passively as the midget pressed his humid groin to her face and panted heavily with pleasure.
    ‘That’s it, good girl,’ he gloated. ‘Breathe through your nose and let my cock get nice and wet while I enjoy this for a few moments. You will thank me for it when I fuck your arse. Ooh, that does feel very good, but I’d better withdraw for fear of losing my load in your throat – very enjoyable though that would be – before I get inside your backside.’
    He withdrew and shuffled out of sight again, and she cringed as rough hands grasped her scorched bottom, prised her buttocks apart, and a finger inquisitively probed her exposed bottom hole.
    For all Dagonard’s threats, she heard him spit and knew he was using his own saliva to ease his entry into her clenched sphincter. Around and around his finger teased, tickling her rose hole into relaxation, then she tensed and the chains rattled as she felt his cock-head press against the little ring of muscle.
    The pressure was even but increasing gradually, and suddenly Eleanor’s anus yielded to the intrusion and opened for him to sink his great cock into her rear passage.
    ‘Ooooh… aaargh…’ she gurgled hopelessly.
    ‘All right, easy,’ he grunted through gritted teeth, ‘easy, girl. That’s the head inside, but there’s a lot more where that came from. Just relax and let me bugger you, there’s a good girl.’
    ‘Oh no, please, it’s too big!’ she protested.
    ‘Just relax and let me fuck you deeper,’ he cajoled.
    ‘Oh please, it is too big,’ she tried again as he gripped her hips tight and pulled her back onto his erection.
    ‘Don’t babble, it’s not ladylike,’ he snorted, giving her buttock a light spank. ‘You are going to be properly buggered, Lady Eleanor, so just relax, do as you are told, and enjoy .’
    Eleanor gasped and groaned and strained against the chains. He felt impossibly